Carolina
and I had happened upon an estate sale of Elvis Presley. Apparently almost no one knew about the sale and
very few people were here. A few people were standing in a line to get in, and
other people had already gone inside and picked up things. We went inside and
started looking around.

Carolina quickly found something she wanted to buy and she got
into a line where people were waiting to pay. Meanwhile I saw something on the
wall, walked over to have a closer look, and discovered three Christmas cards. I
took them off the wall to look at them. They were all Christmas cards which
Elvis had sent to his mother. On one side of each card was written in ink a long
letter from Elvis to his mother. I looked at the price: $10 for one, or $200 for
all three. That didn't make any sense to me. I looked at the price again and
realized it was $70 for one, or $200 for all three. I decided I was going to buy
all three.

I walked over to Carolina to get in line. As I stood in line
to pay and I continued looking at the Christmas cards, I realized a Bible was
included with the cards. I leafed through the Bible and discovered it had
belonged to Elvis when he had been in Folsom
prison. I hadn't realized he had been in prison, but I read that he had been
in prison in 1919. Elvis had written different things in the Bible in ink on
different pages. He had also underlined passages. The Bible would be included
with the Christmas cards for $200. This seemed like a great deal to me. Not
often did one acquire the actual Bible of Elvis Presley.

The best was yet to come: Elvis himself walked through the
room. He looked a little strange (50-60 years old) and his hair was rather gray,
but he was still strong, healthy, and tall. He walked into the next room, where
he was authenticating everything with his signature. He would even write
comments on the items if someone wanted. Like an ordinary person, he was in the
room signing items for the few people who were present.

I laid my things on a table for just a moment and a woman
walked up and looked at them. Sensing that she was interested in them, I grabbed
everything back up. I thought they were quite a bargain.

I began thinking about what I would ask Elvis to write on my
items. I might ask him to write, "To Steve ..." and I would like him to write
the year when he had had each item and how old he had been at that time. For the
Bible, I especially wanted him to write what years he had been in prison.

When I finally reached the counter to pay, I pulled out my GM
MasterCard. I thought I might be getting close to my limit on the card because I
had bought quite a few things recently, but it also seemed as if I had paid the
card down recently. So I thought I still had plenty of credit on the card. I
also had Carolina's Delta Visa Card in my pocket, but she had wandered over to
look at something else and wasn't with me when I paid. So I handed over my GM
MasterCard. The woman used the card and with my items and Carolina's, the total
came to $555.

The woman handed me back the slip without asking me to sign
it. It looked to me as if she had forgotten. I concluded it was her mistake, and
I was getting ready to leave without signing. I picked everything up and headed
toward the next room to see Elvis.